The next day, the alarm clock rang at twenty minutes past four in the morning, waking Jian Ai from her sleep.
She got up, took a simple shower, and went out to the martial arts school with Si Yuehan.
The sky had just turned bright. The morning air in Baiyun City was still cold, but it made one feel comfortable.
When they arrived at the martial arts school, everyone had already gotten up. They only greeted the others before it was time to stand like a post.
No matter how many years one had practiced traditional martial arts in China, standing like a post was something they had to do every day. In the past, even the owner, Yang Jie, had to practice with them. However, he had injured a leg, so he was only in charge of supervising.
